I just got home from The Vagina Monologues. AMAZING! It is really a shame GU won't be putting them on this year...There was even a new monologue about the Transgendered experience. It was beautiful and made me weep a little...Aly ( Read more... )

I've had another pleasant day. Unfortunately I cannot see the Vagina Monologues tonight, because the family wanted to have Friday Dinner (steak and mashed potatoes...I heart Jason!) instead of Monday Dinner this week...But I'll go tomorrow with some outstanding and ever so wonderful people too ( Read more... )

Candy sticky...Molly go...running up the empty steps. Your glassy eyes seem to know ( Read more... )

Dig this one more time. Lighting the songs of our fathers, your guitar used to sound so sweetly in my head. Covered and covers, we used to sing together. You aren't wrong, and baby, you never had been. My slip weighs more tons than yours. Our drifts are few and farther between than ten universes can reach. But I'd crawl through ten million more to ( Read more... )

Caught my sadness everyday since the light faded past your eyes...Taking in and taking out the trash. You knew where I put those keys. You held them in your hands. And ever the long long road struck me like you. "Maybe I'll leave tomorrow" you used to say to me, but you never did. But now you have. And I? I have no way to remember the days we knew ( Read more... )

Back home from Beaver Nation...100 MPH. baby...Tick talk...how time flies when you're having fun (the meaning of which may have several definitions ( Read more... )

I have grown accustomed to the usual debauchery which unfolds in my little russian home...we have our anxious moments. But THIS. THIS is a little recuntulous. Not going to Corvallis. Peace.

Call me if you want to go see a movie tonight.

Came down and calmed down. Silly little boy. Thinks he's hot stuff. Tearing up the road and singing it off the cuff. I tore the light you had and left you smiling there. Tickled by eyelash and then dyed my hair. Sounds leaving me thin. Too many stories to pick one to dive in. Maybe I'll call him again. Maybe if I'm in Berlin. There's an undulation ( Read more... )

The fact that I can not remember anything about last night post 9:00 pm. should say something. I believe Kelli will post a more descriptive assessment of last night's activities soon ( Read more... )

Times are rough in russia today. Bombs fallen and the old masonry becomes post modern cement. Here we are all trying hard to breathe. Not that easy. Not that easy.

No medical. No dental. Just some O.J. and vapor rub.

Brace yourselves. It may be pneumonia calling.